At the sound of Evander's voice Caroline's gaze rose from the baby in her arms to her husband, standing in the doorway. His face full of surprise and relief. She could hear it in his voice too. Caroline met his eyes and tried for a wry smile, "It appears not." She agreed. Although she had been quite certain of it herself for a bit there. Not that Evander needed to know that. He was most certainly the protective sort and she rather suspected he might not want another child if she were to admit her own previous fears to him.

"Would you like to meet your daughter?" Caroline asked him, nodding down at the delicate creature in her arms. She was so in love with the child, she didn't even consider that Evander might be disappointed that it wasn't a son. Caroline certainly wasn't disappointed.